Splat, Pt. 2 chords by Yung Simmie
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Intro 1
(A minor)
Verse 1
Rotten (A minor) and it's black,
and you (C major) know it's black
I'm (A minor) sittin' in the back,
my bitch gon' hold a map
I (C major) can't (A minor) trust a soul, nobody (C major) knows
If (A minor) a nigga try me,
I'ma let the chopper go
Rottin' in the splat,
and you (C major) know it's black
I'm (A minor) sittin' in the back,
my bitch gon' hold the (C major) mat
We can (A minor) 't trust the soul, nobody (C major) knows
If (A minor) a nigga try me,
I'ma let the (C major) chopper (A minor) go
(C major) I'ma (A minor) let the chopper go,
hit him at the corner store
Disappear behind the smoke,
I was smokin' on the door
I don't leave em no hope,
my seat so low
Cruise through the streets slow,
peeked out my window
See niggas on the floor,
I killed em with the flow
Then I stepped out the whip,
with them new Jordan 4s
And I know you smelled it loud,
and my eyes was so low
But I was chillin' with your chick,
while you was being broke
While you was being broke,
I was tipping on the four
I was swervin' in them lanes,
while I was drivin' to the store
Had to cop me a Dutch,
cause I'm rollin' up that skunk
And I'm ridin' with two chicks,
towin' that semi -automatic pump
Rotten in the splat,
and you (C major) know it's black
I'm (A minor) sittin' in the back,
my bitch gon' hold the (C major) map
I can't (A minor) trust a soul, nobody (C major) knows
(A minor) If a nigga try me,
I'ma let the (C major) chopper go
(A minor) Rotten in a splat, and you (C major) know it's black
I'm (A minor) sittin' in the back,
my bitch gon' hold a (C major) mack
We (A minor) can't trust a soul, nobody (C major) knows
If (A minor) a nigga try me,
I'ma let the (C major) chopper go
(A minor) If a nigga try me,
I got the mack on my lap
For my nigga, all types of shit attached
Get snatched, leave gift wrapped
Sit back, smoke a white boy,
not a riff -raff
Fuck niggas wanna get fat,
knick -knack, patty -whack
Leave a nigga with his whole shit flat
You say I'm a G, well I'm just that
When I let the automatic hit,
it's fuckin' fit cap
I don't play, you know I just snap
I get it crankin' like it's Lip Chap
And it's blank and it's blank
out the basement
Smoke a dang bitch,
where my face went?
I can't feel it,
gettin' hyped on smoke to the ceiling
Boy, I know the feelin'
when you out and you chillin'
And you thinkin' bout a million,
but the grind be a killin'
I ain't even cryin' cause I'm
tryin' to fulfill it
Yeah, I'm in the building, you can tell
By the smell of the kush when I walk by
You know I caught eyes, weed out the jar
Like, welcome to the dark side
You know I've never been a G
since way back
All my niggas with me
and my flow stay crack
And you know I better stay strapped
Fuckin' with Semi, well,
you know I don't play that
Rotten in the splat
And you (C major) know it's black
I'm (A minor) sittin' in the back
My bitch gon' hold the (C major) mat
I can (A minor) 't trust a soul
Nobody knows (C major)
(A minor) If a nigga try me
I'ma let the (C major) chopper go
Rot (A minor) ten in the splat
And you (C major) know it's black
I'm (A minor) sittin' in the back,
my bitch gon' hold the (C major) mac
We (A minor) can't trust a soul, nobody (C major) knows
If (A minor) a nigga try me,
I'ma let the (C major) chopper go (A minor)
you
Splat, Pt. 2
Yung Simmie
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